I lost my lfe in my second life
A post life where I was free
The sun rose every day anew
A bright etchasketch moment witnessed by the milkman
Two pints. On the doorstep. She’d asked for more.
Just like the day before
I thought I’d seen that couple
Before in a distant land
The old ship lay …
This is a collective poem from the Literary Potlatch, written by the participants on the day, with each of them only able to see the previous line. At present, the image accompanying it is a stock photo but we would really love someone to respond to the poem visually, as only an original image can possibly do it justice. Full credit will of course be given. Please email firstname.lastname@example.org if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you.